This week, I’ve decided to just make funny with a couple conversational snippets from hither and yonder. If you don’t agree with that conflagration, please e-mail your nearest utility pole with \u201cTree Bark\u201d in the subject, then print it and show it to the nearest tree to see how long it takes for the tree to make a barking noise. You may be amazed at how long it takes!!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So there I was, in Montague, Michigan, visiting some dear friends with my Beautiful Girlfriend Wife Person, when I emerged from our friends’ bathroom after noticing what appeared to be some kind of lighting device thing-a-ma-doodle. Being the polite guest that I am, I didn’t play with it or turn it on or anything. Rather, I asked my friend Dan,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSo what’s that device in your bathroom?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cA toilet??\u201d he replied, and we all laughed with big ha ha. Then being the smartypants I am, I apologized profusely for not knowing I was supposed to use this thing called \u201ctoilet.\u201d Which of course I did. Use the toilet thing I mean. Turned out the device in question was a full spectrum lamp that helps our friend Mary get some artificial sunshine during the cold wintry days. After that ha ha session I boasted that I finally installed the replacement oak toilet seat at our house. Only took me 4 years to get around to it!!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Retirement has slapped us in the faces with big realities we never smelled before; and although we had nearly 6 inches of rain over the past few days, my squash vines still wilt in the hot sun and with all the wind we got the other night I’m not sure my popcorn will ever be straight again; but that has nothing to do with retirement realities but it seemed like a nice place to insert a run-on sentence for the enjoyment of all those tiny microscopic organisms that live in our intestines.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For example, retirement has given us pause to reflect, and sometimes the reflections are mere blurbs of briggly words that make us snicker and chuckle with great disregard for building materials or even gigantic stone monoliths.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My Beautiful Girlfriend started off the exchange thusly:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHow did we get into our 60s?? How did this happen??\u201d she wondered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOne day at a time I guess,\u201d I answered, then added, \u201cwell… we were born…\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Before I could finish my thought she interjected, \u201cand we popped out of the womb!!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYep,\u201d I continued, \u201cand then we didn’t die!!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Again we proceeded to laugh with our faces. But hey, that’s the reality of it all: if you want to live to a ripe old age, it’s very simple. Just don’t die!! Oh and try to stay healthy. Easy, right?? Yeah, sure… like a friend of ours likes to say, \u201cgetting old is not for cowards.\u201d And no, it isn’t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But it can still be fun… even if just with some occasional conversational frivolities.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
These folks, in my professional opinion, were masters of such things.<\/p>\n\n\n\n